Sunday, June 28, 2009

A Grrl in every Portland

On Thursday afternoon, as we were driving to Portland, Maine, for some reason Mr. C and I were telling our children where we were when we heard the news that Elvis had died. (I was on PEI; he in some East Coast neighborhood.)

When we arrived at our Portland hotel around 6:00, my daughter turned on the telly to learn that MJ died. Uncanny.

Getting that sad uncanniness out of the way, I must say that I adore Portland. I thought I did last summer, but my adoration has been confirmed tenfold.

I love the hills. Walking up hills is a favorite activity of mine.

I love the port. A functional waterside is a delight. There is, of course, a hint of “tough” to any port town, but I ultimately prefer it to “quaint” for everyday life.

I love the singular boutiques. One disappointment of, say, Soho, is its preponderance of mall stores. I don’t want to see J Crew or Chanel in Soho. I do like seeing quirky places in Portland, with labels I don’t recognize.

I love the salty air. So does my hair. (Rhyme unintentional and unapproved.)

But I admit, it is difficult to wear heels in Portland, with cobblestones and hills.

About Me

I'm a native of Prince Edward Island, Canada, currently a literature professor and freelance journalist in the United States.
I once interviewed with Vogue, where I was told that I was "too intellectual" to work on the magazine. I've run with that.

LinkWithin

All prose copyright Miss Cavendish, except where indicated. Images are from outside and online sources and are for educational purposes. If you have copyright to an image and you wish to have it removed, please email me at misscavendish@frontier.com.